Pixies

Hey

hey
been trying to meet you
hey
must be a devil between us
or whores in my head
whores at my door
whores in my bed
but hey
where have you been?
if you go i will surely die
we're chained

uh said the man to the lady
uh said the lady to the man she adored
and the whores like a choir
go uh all night
and Mary ain't you tired of this
uh
is
the
sound
that the mother makes when the baby breaks
we're chained

17-5-27

First, the Pine on the Corner disappeared, now one of the twin houses has gone as well.

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17-5-22

Late night, early morning baking. Technically the 22nd, baked it after midnight...

17-5-21

Day 2 of film. Bonus pictures brought to you by Kodak TMAX 100. Not really, but here they are anyway.

17-5-20

Film. TMAX 100.

17-5-19

Three and a half years ago I bought a small digital camera for $1300 and I took a bunch of photographs with it and it's pretty good. And then the power switch broke. And it's going to cost a bunch more money to fix the stupid thing.

So the little Fuji X100S goes back to Fuji to get fixed, and this weekend and for the next week or so I'm going to haul around one of the three  40+ year old Spotmatics I own. Updates will be sporadic. The pictures will have a unique film quality. And then I'll get that little Fuji back and everything will go back to the way it was before. I'm alright with the way things were before. Somewhere in here is a "moral to the story" or an analogy, or something.

Or something.

17-5-18

17-5-17

There are a lot of empty chairs these days.

17-5-16

Murakami

"Fact may not be truth, and truth may not be factual." - Haruki Murakami

17-5-15

Boxed up this bike today. It was one of only ten ever made by a small company in the USA and it was made for me. If you look closely you'll see my name stamped into the bottom bracket shell on the left. But I sold it. Cleansing. Possession wise anyway. I still have seven bikes, though one of those is currently listed on craigslist. And I have at least one more that I might sell, or give away, or something. It's worth too much to give away, but it's time to get back to basics. Maybe I'll send one to Ontario, it would be good to have a bike there when I visit.

It will be good to have less stuff here messing things up. It's a time to keep things simple.

17-5-14

Ephemeral arrays of light dancing on the asphalt.

17-5-13

I don't know what it is about this ugly, old condo on the hill that I find fascinating. But it is.

17-5-12

Salinger

"I have scars on my hands from touching certain people." - J.D. Salinger

17-5-11

Cell phone camera. Ferry rides. Storm systems. Sunsets. Long days.

17-5-10

17-5-9

As I put this together it's tied 42, 42, 3. Liberals, NDP, Green. I don't know. None of the parties seem to have a lot of meaning to me. But I voted. As they say, you have no right to complain if you don't vote. I like to complain.

17-5-8

17-5-7

Dinner on the deck with this fashionista.

17-5-6

17-5-5

Timber Timbre played at the Vogue. Stellar. Quickly becoming one of my favourite bands.

Seriously.

17-5-4

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17-5-2

The things we hold on to. The things we protect with tarps. Not literally, but figuratively. And sometimes literally. I remember talking to a Dutch woman who ran a storage lot to the northeast of Calgary. I asked her about all the "stuff" there, the broken down motorhomes, the rusty old cars. She said, "We store peoples' dreams."

For a while anyway.

We hold on to things for strange reasons. Sometimes good reasons. Sometimes not. Sometimes the tarps come out too late, sometimes the tarps just erode. And you just stand there and watch.

"When you're losing your wings, feather by feather, love the way they whip away upon the wind." - Bill Callahan.

I'm tempted to cover this car with a new, larger, better tarp. It's not my car and I don't know who's it is, but the longer one holds onto his feathers, the longer he can fly, or at least have the potential to fly. You forget that sometimes. I do anyway.

17-5-1

This picture, it has me moving my head up and down, to see better through the blinds. I swear I can see the background moving in perspective. Mind games.

17-4-30